You bit into the piece of muscle, blood pouring. Tearing the other pieces, and throwing it to the pigs. My mouth was sewn shut, you turned me into a mute
Taking half of my life away...For many years I built a cage with rusting nails. You were running free in this so called "peaceful world"
You are worth nothing than those pigs you fed: a starving soul, helpless. Looking into your eyes, I see nothing.
I picked up the pieces, sewing the flesh together. My heart oozed out chunks of blood. Still bound by my own chains, but you were nowhere near Free
You lied there trapped and hidden, yet the whole world knowing who you really are. While I stayed in my own net, walking down a path.
A path leading to somewhere. Maybe the sun breathed in this other place. Maybe I didn't walked in my own blood in this other dream...
